歌詞

A quiet ripple carried your name

Fading quicker than the blame

I chased the outline where you used to stand

Only to find shadows slipping from my hands

Now I’m caught in this tidal memory syndrome—

Circling lessons I should’ve known

You were a spark in a world stuck on slow

Gone in a breath, but your echo won’t let go

If waves could rewrite what slipped between

Maybe you’d surface in the in-between